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about to relate her version Of tho
nights adYantuges when Mrs, F.sta

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brooks voice was heard in reproach-
full accents from above. They has.
tened upstairs, and found the poor
lady inclined to mysteries at being left
alone. She began an incoherentstory
In which Peter and the burglar were
jumbled, to TOMS bewilderment.
"But who winged the burglar, then?'
he asked. "Was it you, Maua?"
"Hush-sh!" breathed his mother,
with warning finger upraised. "He's
IN there, you know
In there! why, I thought you said
he was gone? And what on earth is
Peter in there tor?
No. no, not Peter, the-the burglar
.The burglarp Tom jumped up.
"You don't mean you've trapped the
fellow? Bravo!' And he was hurryine
! to the door, when his sister laid a
hand on his arm.
20, wait, Tom," she said. "Thatls
the oldest part Of it ALL "And she
| told the tale of their strange guest.
"It doesn't seem like his being burg
lar, but don't think he can be in his
right mind" she concluded.
s'By Jove! I should say not Want
ed to be locked up again? Why, the
man must be a frst-class crank. Well,
I'll have a look at him.,
| He left the room, and the two wom-
en- heard the key turn in the lock.
They held their breath to listen, but
all they could distinguish in the next
room was a confused sound of voices
and laughter. Presently Tom came
back, accompanied by the supposi-
tious burglar.
"My mother and sister, Mr.. Fol-
liott," said Tom, with wave of his
hand and a twinkle of his eye.
'".Mother, this is my friend Mr.. Fol
lott, who seems to think there is
some mystery that needs clearing up
20 ahead, Folliott, your turn first,
concluded Tom, with q grin, as he
dropped into a seat.
Thereupon Mr.. Folliott explained
that, in the course OF his pedestrian
tour, it occurred to him to look up q
| friend who was making short stay
somewhere in that neighborhood. This
friends name was Estabrook- George
Estabrook, not Tonne had not
known that Tom Estabrook lived in
that locality.
':But you'd be likely to know it an
other time," put in Tom, with great
enjoyment.
Mr.. Folliott, continuing, said that
his happening to mistake the place
had led to the whole subsequent COM
edy Of errors. He apologized for hav-
ing accepted their hospitality under
false pretenses, and remarked that he
had made several Intellectual efforts to
place himself in his true colors When
he realized the position, after being
locked in, as he felt convinced that his
explanations would not be credited,
he thought he might as we'll accept the
situation with what philosophy he
could muster, until the march of events
should right him again. ...
"Now for our side," said Tom, when
the story was finished. "Mother, where
is the fatal telegram" The telegram
was produced and read aloud amid
much laughter. Glow about that
scar, Folliott?' said Tom, with mock
gravity. "Doesn' that need some ex-
planation7"
'"The scar" answered Folliott, in
the same tone, sis all that remains OF
an adventure had some time ago.
l never dreamed what an important
part it was going to play in the drama
of my life" and he glanced at Maud.
"Well, we'll call it quits if you will, ="
said Tom, laughing. 81 vote it an i'm
mense joke all ronnd."
'We didn't think it such joke, did
we mammal" said Maud, with little
air OF vexation, as her part in the
small comedy came back to her with
mortifying distinctness.
IA joke? 0, mol" cried Mrs. Esta.
brook. Really, Tom, it would sound
better to thank Mr.. Folliott for all he
did for your mother and sister, and
be 10 cked up for a burglar! Though,
of course, with you away, and Peter
taking advantage of it"
"I'll take advantage of Peter"
threatened Tom, eff he dares to show
his face here again
And, in fact, when Peter, having
finished his jollifcation, did present
himself at The Willows, it was only
to receive prompt dismissal.
The real burglar was never found.
| Therefore Tom Estabrook was un-
able to settle the question if that
suspicious stranger resembled Mr..
Marston Folliott in anything beyond
the scar. Even that had nearly dis.
appeared before Mr.. Foliott left The
Willows, so that when Amelia first
saw her future brother -in-law she
| gravely remarked that she could not
imagine how mamma and Maud could
have made such singular mistake.
She was sure she never could. Which,
from the cause of the whole misunder-
standing, was certainly rather trying.
But then Amelia was trying some
times, as people without a sense Of
humor are apt to be.-Harper's Bazaar.
As to the Morality of the Waltz.
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